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II.
“Quis desiderio sit pudor aut modus
Tam cari capitis ?”
Hor. Od I. xxiv. 1.
Tam cari capitis ?”
Hor. Od I. xxiv. 1.
If I forget thee for awhile
Then, like some mournful strain,
Thine image seems to chide my smile
And o'er me comes again.
Then, like some mournful strain,
Thine image seems to chide my smile
And o'er me comes again.
O'er each still hour it comes from far,
With thoughts of childish years,
Reflected, like a heavenly star,
In the deep fount of tears.
With thoughts of childish years,
Reflected, like a heavenly star,
In the deep fount of tears.
“Concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even
as others which have no hope.”
I Thess. iv. 13
That fount of tears it hidden lies
Within my Saviour's breast,
And I will leave thee in the skies
And that deep fount to rest.
Within my Saviour's breast,
And I will leave thee in the skies
And that deep fount to rest.
O Thou, who know'st our secret frame,
And every inmost grief,
In Thee I leave that long-lov'd name,
And find in Thee relief.
And every inmost grief,
In Thee I leave that long-lov'd name,
And find in Thee relief.
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